I had a birthday yesterday. I am now 67 years old.  The fact is, I have felt 67 all year long so it doesn't feel any different.   Instead of spending my birthday eating cake and partying, I went to a book event.  Christee Atwood invited me to Baton Rouge to a Self Publishing seminar at the Jones Creek Library and after the speaking part, several other authors and I sold our books from tables in the back of the room.  It was fun. Being with a room full of writers is always fun.  My husband promised to take me out to dinner another night this week, so it will be ok.  At my age, it doesn't matter much to me if I have a cake. Actually, it's better if I don't.  My waistline is big enough already.

I do hope that I will have the time and mental energy to paint this week. If not then maybe I can work on Tiny Bones. I do need to revamp another few chapters.  That would be progress.

I am beginning to crawl out of this hole I have been in lately.  I want to be more creative.  I want to be strong and lean and happy.  I want to win the lottery and be able to publish as many books as I could write........Ohhhh the joy of it.........LOL